Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man
I told these niggaz man a of the pie come in the game
We in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the and waist
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas raw and stick barrel style
Niggas till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna a scared nigga to kill me
If murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna you wit lead, nigga
No more over spilled blood
yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we the door
It's not a game, pesci laugh no more, black tahoe
the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, three of the same
I let my hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, force the kid
I'm a gangsta I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for cakes I'm running in yo bakery
murda

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any involved
We grip shotguns, are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a 5, dope in the trunk
And enough to have these blocks open for months
I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny my vision is blurred
I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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